At least free samples in the mail were put to good use.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Kate Captioned
Does this even need a caption?
What are you doing, Mom?
Oh, I'm cute, so you're taking pictures? I'm humbly flattered.
Trying to frame Kate while keeping out Lindsay from the picture.
Yeah, that didn't work so well. If Lindsay notices the camera, she must be included. But Kate doesn't seem to mind. :)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A Guessing Game That's Lasts Longer Than I Thought It Would
Me: Lindsay, I got you something.
Lindsay: A present? From the store?
Me: Yep, a present from the store.
Lindsay: What is it?
M: Guess.
L: *squeals* A Pony?
M: No... Sorry.
L: *also squeals* A Horsie?
M: Um, no. It's not an animal, but it is something you can sit on.
L: A chair?
M: No...
L: A bouncy seat?
M: No. You can sit on it and ride it.
L: A pen?
M: No, you can ride it, not write it.
L: A car?
M: Uhhh, no...
L: A paper?
M: No.
L: A chair?
M: Noooo...
L: Rocks?
M: *cracking up at this point* No.
L: A pencil?
M: No.
L: A boulder?
M: No.
L: A tree?
M: No, you can ride it and it has wheels.
L: A firetruck!
M: No!
L: A chair?
M: Still no...
[Cut to five minutes later after naming just about everything that's in her line of vision]
M: You can ride it and sit on it and it has wheels and you wear a helmet.
L: *squeals* A bike?!?
M: YES!!!
I found it at a kids' consignment sale for $12. I'm hoping to get some good use out of it when the weather gets warmer. Still too cold!
Lindsay: A present? From the store?
Me: Yep, a present from the store.
Lindsay: What is it?
M: Guess.
L: *squeals* A Pony?
M: No... Sorry.
L: *also squeals* A Horsie?
M: Um, no. It's not an animal, but it is something you can sit on.
L: A chair?
M: No...
L: A bouncy seat?
M: No. You can sit on it and ride it.
L: A pen?
M: No, you can ride it, not write it.
L: A car?
M: Uhhh, no...
L: A paper?
M: No.
L: A chair?
M: Noooo...
L: Rocks?
M: *cracking up at this point* No.
L: A pencil?
M: No.
L: A boulder?
M: No.
L: A tree?
M: No, you can ride it and it has wheels.
L: A firetruck!
M: No!
L: A chair?
M: Still no...
[Cut to five minutes later after naming just about everything that's in her line of vision]
M: You can ride it and sit on it and it has wheels and you wear a helmet.
L: *squeals* A bike?!?
M: YES!!!
I found it at a kids' consignment sale for $12. I'm hoping to get some good use out of it when the weather gets warmer. Still too cold!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Yesterday. (Wow. This is a long post.)
Yesterday was an extremely busy day. Got up, showered, got Lindsay dressed, Kate ready, and headed out to drop off Lindsay at preschool. While she was there Kate and I went grocery shopping at Aldi because we were totally out of milk and bread and dangerously low on ice cream. After that we dropped back home to put away the groceries and pack for our day trip to Huntsville.
Kate napped (thankfully) while I packed the car, and then it was time to pick up Lindsay. Got there a little late, but not too bad. Then it was time to pick up Peter from work, because he was heading down with us.
My mom is in school right now majoring in flute performance, and she has a recital in a couple of weeks. I'm going to play a duet with her as part of it, so I went down for the juries in front of the professors to give her the go ahead for the recital.
So we get to Huntsville and on campus (UAH, actually, where the shootings recently occurred), and since Kate just fell asleep, Peter decided he'd stay in the car with the girls and let Lindsay watch a movie while Kate snoozed. I went inside to practice with mom, since we haven't actually as of yet played the duet together.
The rehearsal went pretty well. It took me a bit to warm up, but by the end we were sounding quite decent, and I wasn't worried about the performance in front of the professors. Mom had an ensemble rehearsal in the hour or so before her juries, so I headed outside to hang out with Peter and children. I got to the car and noticed an annoyed look on Peter's face. Hmm, so apparently watching the girls did not go so well. Ahhh! Guilt! I always feel bad when that happens. Lindsay had a meltdown and her face was covered with snot. (We're all sort of still getting over our 6 week winter colds.)
We didn't want to just stay in the parking lot, so we went to the nearby mall to let Lindsay play in the play area by the food court. That went pretty well. Except for Lindsay's pants that were always falling down.
(We've had the worst jeans issues with our 3 year old. I thought you weren't supposed to hate jeans shopping until you were older, but I'm already hating it with Lindsay. We have some hand me down size 4Ts that are like plumber butt jeans; they're low rise and very tight. So we just got some with a higher waist in size 4T, except they are huge and falling down. I guess we should have gotten 3T. I'm not sure what to do.)
We were all getting hungry since we had only had a light lunch in the car while driving on the way down. Sam's Club saved the day since it was just down the road. Pretzels and Diet Coke and Hot dogs for $2.50! Hunger assuaged.
By then it was about time for juries to start so we drove the 5 minutes back to campus. We all went inside this time because I didn't think it would take that long and we could be out quickly. After Lindsay fell down the stairs and bonked her head setting off another meltdown, we found a couch where Peter and the girls could wait for me to finish. My mom graciously let Lindsay borrow her iPhone to play games so Lindsay would calm down a bit.
I thought I was going to be 4th on the list to perform, but they said I could go first so they wouldn't have to wait so long. As soon as I went in there I could hear Kate screaming. She is a full-fledged momma's girl, in a bad way. No one can console her except for me, which an extremely annoying tether. Sometimes it makes me feel trapped. I'm not sure why I get the kids with all the stranger anxiety. (Oh, wait, yes I do. They get it from me.) Anyway, it would be nice if Peter wasn't included in that stranger category.
When I got up on the stage with mom, Kate was going full-tilt, but I still felt okay. About 3 measures into the start of the piece I wasn't feeling so good anymore. I was missing or flubbing every 3rd note. We played sections of each movement, and I probably flubbed or missed about a quarter of them. That's a lot! It was totally embarrassing. I was so disappointed since I have been practicing regularly and well for the past few weeks, and I was looking forward to a decent performance. I sounded like I hadn't practiced but once or twice in preparation for it. I'm glad I had practiced with Mom beforehand so at least she knew I hadn't brushed her off.
When we were done Mom's professor asked if we could make time so he could work on the duet with us. I'm sure my face turned red. They also said it sounded like we weren't playing together, we were playing each of our parts alone. Uh yeah! I couldn't even play my part alone, much less musically with the flute part! I seriously don't know what happened, but I don't think I've ever had a performance that bad.
(Actually, that's not true. There was this one time in middle school band when we were passing off pieces in the exercise book, and I volunteered to pass one off that I hadn't really practiced. We had to do it in front of the whole band, so I did it. Or didn't rather. The band director chewed me out later in front of the whole band for wasting her time and playing so crappily. She did it like the next week or something, and didn't mention me by name but it was extremely obvious she was talking about me since no one else had done something like that. I think that's actually one of the formative moments of my life that taught me to hang back rather than go for it. Sometimes it's just not worth the embarrassment.)
I packed up my gear and headed out to relieve Peter of our still screaming Kate and our sniffling-from-the-head-bonk Lindsay. He looked like he rued the day he became a father. I was ruing the day I thought it would be a good idea to try and do something with my horn. He had been kicked off the couch by a professor in a nearby office who was trying to teach a lesson. "Could you please take that baby somewhere else? I can't have a lesson with all that crying." So Peter was just walking the hall trying not to annoy the people around him. I felt so bad for roping him into the whole thing. I felt like those parents you see with annoying loud crying children who won't go away. And that's who we were, but we were helpless. So frustrating.
Kate still wouldn't really calm down even after nursing because she had worked herself up so much. We had planned on eating with my siblings, so we just went over to where we were going to eat and hope for the best. Fortunately Kate fell asleep in the car on the way over. Not surprising, since she hadn't taken but a 20 minute nap since 7:30 that morning.
I'm really glad we had dinner with my brother and sister after that whole debacle. It calmed us all down a bit and put us in a better mood. It feels like we don't get to visit as much together since my parents recently were separated and got divorced.
After that nice visit we put Lindsay in jammies and headed home. I stayed in the back with Kate since she had woken up and did NOT want to be in the car seat again. (Staying in the back between two car seats is a feat in and of itself; it's squishy.) But she was exhausted so it didn't take too long to get her back to sleep. Lindsay konked out pretty quickly, too.
But by then I was left with my thoughts and fretting and stressing about how the day had gone, how I crashed and burned and embarrassed myself on the performance and had abandoned Peter with crashing and burning children and him being embarrassed. I read somewhere how it takes longer for women for their bodies to flush out the stress hormones after a stressful experience, and I guess it's true for me, because I've still been wanting to take a chill pill (if I may use that antiquated phrase) all today, not to mention have a hard time going to sleep last night.
And it's not even over. We all still have to go down for the actual recital and Peter has to watch the girls again and I have to get up on that same stage and try to do better. Nightmare! If I had a livejournal account, I'd choose "I'm feeling overwhelmed" right now.
Kate napped (thankfully) while I packed the car, and then it was time to pick up Lindsay. Got there a little late, but not too bad. Then it was time to pick up Peter from work, because he was heading down with us.
My mom is in school right now majoring in flute performance, and she has a recital in a couple of weeks. I'm going to play a duet with her as part of it, so I went down for the juries in front of the professors to give her the go ahead for the recital.
So we get to Huntsville and on campus (UAH, actually, where the shootings recently occurred), and since Kate just fell asleep, Peter decided he'd stay in the car with the girls and let Lindsay watch a movie while Kate snoozed. I went inside to practice with mom, since we haven't actually as of yet played the duet together.
The rehearsal went pretty well. It took me a bit to warm up, but by the end we were sounding quite decent, and I wasn't worried about the performance in front of the professors. Mom had an ensemble rehearsal in the hour or so before her juries, so I headed outside to hang out with Peter and children. I got to the car and noticed an annoyed look on Peter's face. Hmm, so apparently watching the girls did not go so well. Ahhh! Guilt! I always feel bad when that happens. Lindsay had a meltdown and her face was covered with snot. (We're all sort of still getting over our 6 week winter colds.)
We didn't want to just stay in the parking lot, so we went to the nearby mall to let Lindsay play in the play area by the food court. That went pretty well. Except for Lindsay's pants that were always falling down.
(We've had the worst jeans issues with our 3 year old. I thought you weren't supposed to hate jeans shopping until you were older, but I'm already hating it with Lindsay. We have some hand me down size 4Ts that are like plumber butt jeans; they're low rise and very tight. So we just got some with a higher waist in size 4T, except they are huge and falling down. I guess we should have gotten 3T. I'm not sure what to do.)
We were all getting hungry since we had only had a light lunch in the car while driving on the way down. Sam's Club saved the day since it was just down the road. Pretzels and Diet Coke and Hot dogs for $2.50! Hunger assuaged.
By then it was about time for juries to start so we drove the 5 minutes back to campus. We all went inside this time because I didn't think it would take that long and we could be out quickly. After Lindsay fell down the stairs and bonked her head setting off another meltdown, we found a couch where Peter and the girls could wait for me to finish. My mom graciously let Lindsay borrow her iPhone to play games so Lindsay would calm down a bit.
I thought I was going to be 4th on the list to perform, but they said I could go first so they wouldn't have to wait so long. As soon as I went in there I could hear Kate screaming. She is a full-fledged momma's girl, in a bad way. No one can console her except for me, which an extremely annoying tether. Sometimes it makes me feel trapped. I'm not sure why I get the kids with all the stranger anxiety. (Oh, wait, yes I do. They get it from me.) Anyway, it would be nice if Peter wasn't included in that stranger category.
When I got up on the stage with mom, Kate was going full-tilt, but I still felt okay. About 3 measures into the start of the piece I wasn't feeling so good anymore. I was missing or flubbing every 3rd note. We played sections of each movement, and I probably flubbed or missed about a quarter of them. That's a lot! It was totally embarrassing. I was so disappointed since I have been practicing regularly and well for the past few weeks, and I was looking forward to a decent performance. I sounded like I hadn't practiced but once or twice in preparation for it. I'm glad I had practiced with Mom beforehand so at least she knew I hadn't brushed her off.
When we were done Mom's professor asked if we could make time so he could work on the duet with us. I'm sure my face turned red. They also said it sounded like we weren't playing together, we were playing each of our parts alone. Uh yeah! I couldn't even play my part alone, much less musically with the flute part! I seriously don't know what happened, but I don't think I've ever had a performance that bad.
(Actually, that's not true. There was this one time in middle school band when we were passing off pieces in the exercise book, and I volunteered to pass one off that I hadn't really practiced. We had to do it in front of the whole band, so I did it. Or didn't rather. The band director chewed me out later in front of the whole band for wasting her time and playing so crappily. She did it like the next week or something, and didn't mention me by name but it was extremely obvious she was talking about me since no one else had done something like that. I think that's actually one of the formative moments of my life that taught me to hang back rather than go for it. Sometimes it's just not worth the embarrassment.)
I packed up my gear and headed out to relieve Peter of our still screaming Kate and our sniffling-from-the-head-bonk Lindsay. He looked like he rued the day he became a father. I was ruing the day I thought it would be a good idea to try and do something with my horn. He had been kicked off the couch by a professor in a nearby office who was trying to teach a lesson. "Could you please take that baby somewhere else? I can't have a lesson with all that crying." So Peter was just walking the hall trying not to annoy the people around him. I felt so bad for roping him into the whole thing. I felt like those parents you see with annoying loud crying children who won't go away. And that's who we were, but we were helpless. So frustrating.
Kate still wouldn't really calm down even after nursing because she had worked herself up so much. We had planned on eating with my siblings, so we just went over to where we were going to eat and hope for the best. Fortunately Kate fell asleep in the car on the way over. Not surprising, since she hadn't taken but a 20 minute nap since 7:30 that morning.
I'm really glad we had dinner with my brother and sister after that whole debacle. It calmed us all down a bit and put us in a better mood. It feels like we don't get to visit as much together since my parents recently were separated and got divorced.
After that nice visit we put Lindsay in jammies and headed home. I stayed in the back with Kate since she had woken up and did NOT want to be in the car seat again. (Staying in the back between two car seats is a feat in and of itself; it's squishy.) But she was exhausted so it didn't take too long to get her back to sleep. Lindsay konked out pretty quickly, too.
But by then I was left with my thoughts and fretting and stressing about how the day had gone, how I crashed and burned and embarrassed myself on the performance and had abandoned Peter with crashing and burning children and him being embarrassed. I read somewhere how it takes longer for women for their bodies to flush out the stress hormones after a stressful experience, and I guess it's true for me, because I've still been wanting to take a chill pill (if I may use that antiquated phrase) all today, not to mention have a hard time going to sleep last night.
And it's not even over. We all still have to go down for the actual recital and Peter has to watch the girls again and I have to get up on that same stage and try to do better. Nightmare! If I had a livejournal account, I'd choose "I'm feeling overwhelmed" right now.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Coughing, Vomiting, and Not Sleeping
It's been a crazy week. I've been sick with a lingering cough for more than a week. And not your run of the mill cough-every-once-in-a-while cough. It's more a cough where my lungs sound like they may get to see the light of day, where I wake up in the middle of the night with a coughing fit and not being able to stop for 10 minutes, where I keep waking up Kate from her naps or keep her from falling asleep nursing. It's been really annoying. At least I don't feel sick. My throat doesn't hurt. I just keep coughing. I think I'm on the tail end now though.
Yesterday morning Lindsay woke up crying. I went to go get her and was greeted with a rancid smell and a pile of vomit on her sheets. Fifteen minutes later came the diarrhea. So I spent a lot of time doing laundry yesterday, and then more when she threw up in the evening after going to bed. At least Peter got to help with that one. She's been acting more sick today than she did yesterday, but she hasn't thrown up today, praises be. I'm hoping her appetite comes back.
Kate overall is a pretty easy baby, but I do have one complaint. She is a terrible napper. I hesitate to complain too much because she's a great night sleeper. But a lot of my days end up being a wash because she'll take a 20 minute nap and call it good for the next 3 hours. I swear she's getting probably only 2 more hours of sleep than I do. She definitely sleeps less than Lindsay does. But she's asleep while I'm asleep for the most part, so I know I have it pretty good. I'm not sure how to encourage longer day naps though. Lindsay never had a problem with them once she was actually asleep (and that was the hard part, getting her to sleep).
Phew, I haven't used my blog for complaining in a while! This is refreshing!
Yesterday morning Lindsay woke up crying. I went to go get her and was greeted with a rancid smell and a pile of vomit on her sheets. Fifteen minutes later came the diarrhea. So I spent a lot of time doing laundry yesterday, and then more when she threw up in the evening after going to bed. At least Peter got to help with that one. She's been acting more sick today than she did yesterday, but she hasn't thrown up today, praises be. I'm hoping her appetite comes back.
Kate overall is a pretty easy baby, but I do have one complaint. She is a terrible napper. I hesitate to complain too much because she's a great night sleeper. But a lot of my days end up being a wash because she'll take a 20 minute nap and call it good for the next 3 hours. I swear she's getting probably only 2 more hours of sleep than I do. She definitely sleeps less than Lindsay does. But she's asleep while I'm asleep for the most part, so I know I have it pretty good. I'm not sure how to encourage longer day naps though. Lindsay never had a problem with them once she was actually asleep (and that was the hard part, getting her to sleep).
Phew, I haven't used my blog for complaining in a while! This is refreshing!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Super Weird
Lindsay: Mommy, I'm super weird.
Me: Uhhh. Why are you super weird?
Lindsay: Because my choice.
Me: Huh?
Lindsay: Because I hold the fish from Kate. And then I throwed it away from her.
*pause*
Mommy, super weird is tired.
(Perhaps this is her superhero alter ego? Super Weird?)
Me: Uhhh. Why are you super weird?
Lindsay: Because my choice.
Me: Huh?
Lindsay: Because I hold the fish from Kate. And then I throwed it away from her.
*pause*
Mommy, super weird is tired.
(Perhaps this is her superhero alter ego? Super Weird?)
Frog Joke
Lindsay: Knock knock.
Me: Who's there?
Lindsay: Frog!
Me: Frog who?
Lindsay: I'm not stuck in a jar or anything!
Me: Who's there?
Lindsay: Frog!
Me: Frog who?
Lindsay: I'm not stuck in a jar or anything!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Dear Aunt Sara
Thanks for the pajama bottoms! We think they are cute!
(And they're not too short, although they look like it in this picture. They fit perfectly!)
Happy Six Months!
Today is Kate's six month birthday, and my sister's real birthday. So they get to share half-birthday, and being the second daughter, which is kind of fun.
We had Kate's doctor's appointment today.
Weight: 19lbs 14oz, 97th percentile
Height: 27 inches, 90th percentile
Head circumference: 43cm
Doing well, doing well.
I talked to the doctor about Kate not really wanting to eat anything besides nursing, and it looks like we may just be exclusively nursing for longer than I had anticipated. Which is okay I guess. Makes it easier to lose weight.
Other than refusing bottles and cereal and fruit and vegetables, and getting constipated if she does eat them, Kate is an easy baby. (Seriously, who gets constipated after one bite of bananas?!) She loves Lindsay. She sleeps in the car. She sleeps at night. She doesn't cry that often. (At least as compared to my first born.)
She's really sweet. She likes to grab my face with each of her hands on each of my cheeks and kiss me/slobber all over me. Despite the need to wipe my face off after one of her kisses, I still enjoy them.
Happy half a year birthday Kate!
We had Kate's doctor's appointment today.
Weight: 19lbs 14oz, 97th percentile
Height: 27 inches, 90th percentile
Head circumference: 43cm
Doing well, doing well.
I talked to the doctor about Kate not really wanting to eat anything besides nursing, and it looks like we may just be exclusively nursing for longer than I had anticipated. Which is okay I guess. Makes it easier to lose weight.
Other than refusing bottles and cereal and fruit and vegetables, and getting constipated if she does eat them, Kate is an easy baby. (Seriously, who gets constipated after one bite of bananas?!) She loves Lindsay. She sleeps in the car. She sleeps at night. She doesn't cry that often. (At least as compared to my first born.)
She's really sweet. She likes to grab my face with each of her hands on each of my cheeks and kiss me/slobber all over me. Despite the need to wipe my face off after one of her kisses, I still enjoy them.
Happy half a year birthday Kate!
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Christmas 2009
We had a church Christmas party where Santa came. When he walked into the room, she got this horrified look on her face, like who is this crazy man. When we asked her if she wanted to go tell him what she wanted for Christmas, she said, "No, I'll just stay over here," and kept an eye on him the entire time he was in the room.
On Christmas morning Peter told Lindsay that Santa had come, and a look of terror came onto her face. After we told her that he had already left, she relaxed and went to check out the stocking that said Santa had filled.
On Christmas morning Peter told Lindsay that Santa had come, and a look of terror came onto her face. After we told her that he had already left, she relaxed and went to check out the stocking that said Santa had filled.
"Mommy, can you help me reach it? Mommy? Mommy?" I could not come fast enough.
Lindsay opening her stocking: "There's something in there! There's something in there!"
She got a toothbrush, a bracelet, retractable crayons, candy, and a tangerine.
Her big "Santa" present was a play kitchen. Her reaction was great, as you can see. Intake of breath, hands up to mouth, wide eyes. Perfect.
"Smile Lindsay!" Er, okay that works, I guess.
I'm so festive.Or clashing.
Lindsay was very skilled at opening her presents this year. She gained some unwrapping skills since last year.
Best wrapping job of the year goes to...
My brother Bryan! Can you guess what it is? Can you? Can you?
My youngest brother, Josh, was Santa's helper, aka forced into passing out all the presents while wearing a hat. Lindsay is in the background probably helping Papa open his present.
Lindsay using her much improved present-opening-skills to help Kate open her gifts. Kate liked the paper most of all this Christmas. It crinkled nicely.
Grammy and grand girls. Lindsay had already confiscated Kate's freshly unwrapped toy, a set of plastic keys to teethe on.
The girls' gift from Peter's parents. This gift also got a good reaction out of Lindsay.
I can't decide if this picture or the hammer wrapping picture is the funniest picture from Christmas.
Hope everyone had a Happy Holidays!
Photos From December That Illustrate What We Did
And so forth.
My beautiful Lindsay with Christmas lights in the background. (And Clifford the Big Red Dog.)
Kate's first try at eating. It's rice cereal, and it didn't take. We're trying different things, but she doesn't seem interested. If you compare her to Lindsay in this regard, she is very different. Lindsay couldn't get enough. (Seriously, check out that link.) Kate doesn't really feel like opening her mouth, and if you do get it in, she spits it out. I'm not too worried, she's not even six months yet.
Kate impersonating a Jawa.
Kate discovering herself in the mirror at Grammy and Papa's house. I like the little half smile.
Found this orange (tangelo, actually) with coordinating bandages. No idea. But living with a toddler is interesting.
This photo isn't from the same day, but we celebrated our 6th anniversary on the 27th. We still like each other. :)
Daddy and his girls. And Lindsay trying to manhandle Kate. And Kate putting up with it goodnaturedly. (Actually, Kate bursts into laughter whenever Lindsay starts messing with her. It's hilarious.)
You can't handle the cuteness.
Kate sporting a mohawk. If you look really closely. Yeah, she doesn't have much hair.
Decorating for Christmas
The stockings hung on the coat rack with care.
The party on the top shelf for Nativities. It's the place to be.
Our star tree topper from Germany. Actually, it's just an ornament, but since we didn't have a topper, this had to do.
Our decorated children, in matching holiday outfits, courtesy of Grandma. Kate thinks the sleeves are great.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Lindsay's Jingle Bells
Lindsay's version of Jingle Bells:
Chicken bough, chicken down, chicken on the wheel!
Yogurt fun it is to ride... Mommy, it's a slide in the sky.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Firm Yet Soft, Like a Mattress
It's quite an amazing thing that for the last three years of our marriage we have slept on a full size bed. And it's not always just us; we often have pint-sized visitors in our bed that are apt to fling limbs around. So when I saw a sale on a queen size mattress where the box spring was $10, we sprung for it. Ha ha.
We did have to cajole some friends into helping us get it home in their van since we only have sedan sized cars. But we are now the proud owners of a Serta mattress that is queen sized. Amazing how much of a difference 6 inches can make!
We did have to cajole some friends into helping us get it home in their van since we only have sedan sized cars. But we are now the proud owners of a Serta mattress that is queen sized. Amazing how much of a difference 6 inches can make!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Halloween 2009
I am unapologetically posting our Halloween two weeks late.
Peter got out all of the pumpkin guts. It was a really stringy pumpkin this year, a lot like spaghetti squash. And notice how we cut the top; it makes it a lot easier to light the candle. Thanks, Lifehacker!
After we decided on a face I got to carve it. The picking out the face took a while since Lindsay didn't want any scary faces, so we had to have an appropriately funny face.
Lindsay had a ball. This was the first year we carved a pumpkin where Lindsay really appreciated the process.
That evening our church did a trunk-or-treat that turned into an inside affair after it started pouring outside. She got so much candy that we didn't even bother going out on Halloween proper. It took long enough to get rid of the candy anyway.
I sewed her cape for her from a pattern I found online, and just got a pink sweatsuit to go with it. It turned out pretty cute, despite all the crooked lines. (It's hard to sew straight when you're turning!) I decided to make one for Kate too, though it'll be a while until she can wear it. They'll have matching super hero capes. In the meantime it goes into the dress-up trunk
Peter "dressed up" as Spider-Man, and I was his foxy Mary Jane Watson. Easy costume for me! Kate wore a little ghost face onesie that you can't really see in this picture. It was kind of a low-key Halloween, but that made me enjoy all the more. The only real preparation was the capes, but Lindsay wears it all the time so I don't feel like it was a waste of time on a one-wear costume.
Kate participated by hanging out in her bouncy seat on the floor contentedly.
Pumpkin guts! Ah, the gore! The violence!
Our masterpiece! Lindsay added the witch hat for a more Halloween-ey look.
That evening our church did a trunk-or-treat that turned into an inside affair after it started pouring outside. She got so much candy that we didn't even bother going out on Halloween proper. It took long enough to get rid of the candy anyway.
What are you Lindsay? "I'm superhero Lindsay, to save the day!"
Peter "dressed up" as Spider-Man, and I was his foxy Mary Jane Watson. Easy costume for me! Kate wore a little ghost face onesie that you can't really see in this picture. It was kind of a low-key Halloween, but that made me enjoy all the more. The only real preparation was the capes, but Lindsay wears it all the time so I don't feel like it was a waste of time on a one-wear costume.
Anyone Into Weezer? You'll Get It
She has a shirt that says Troublemaker on it. So Peter taught her the Weezer "Troublemaker" song. You can listen to it at the link if you'd like. Or just skip to Lindsay's rendition.
Shenanigans
She used a fork to poke holes through the cling wrap and eat the frosting off of the top.
We unwisely left the salt and pepper out from dinner the night before.
Lindsay found it and sprinkled it like fairy dust over most of the kitchen.
Pepper can really get into every nook and cranny. I guess that's a good incentive to get a good pepper mill.
Notice the broom. She tried to clean it up.
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